After a 2am jeep ride in Bali, cutting across a vast, silent plain under a sky still heavy with night. Wrapped in blankets, against the cold, people gather at the summit of Mount Bromo, waiting as thick clouds obscure the view. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the clouds begin to melt away, revealing a breathtaking landscape – an active volcano gently puffing smoke into the crisp morning air, framed by an expanse of blue sky and rising sunlight. The moment feels deeply symbolic, echoing the words of Charlie Mackesy in Always Remember: that storms always pass. In therapy, it’s often said that things may feel harder before they improve, much like standing in the cold uncertainty before the view appears. Yet as the clouds lift, what’s revealed is a powerful reminder that the blue sky was always there, waiting patiently above it all for us.